The Path Between Distances

That night, seated by the window of his quarters that overlooked the Storm Leaf Tree forest, Lassim put the journal on the desk before him. This journal was the one filled with the collection of notes and observations he had made over the past months, detailing his experiences with various Sect Elders during his recent missions. Each entry captured the essence of their techniques, philosophies, and how he might be able to mimic or translate those into his future attack style.

As Lassim flipped through its pages, his fingers brushed past sketches, annotations, and ideas he'd written down. He paused on one particular entry, which was what he'd written about Elder Daxion's [Thunderveil Curtain] technique. It was the reason he was here at the Tempest's Cradle in particular, but dealing with those wraithmire demons and their illusions conjured thoughts of the assassin that used mirage-like techniques.